Ning Xia was tossed into the soft, big bed, and as her back hit the baseboard, her first reaction was not to escape, but to feel somewhat at a loss.
If Bo Siyan really wanted to... she could not be sure whether she would still be able to firmly refuse him.
But now was not a good time.
Because once they became intimate, he would discover that it was not her first time, and then she would have to explain everything to him. Currently, she was physically and mentally exhausted, and Siyan's emotions were also low. Who knew what the outcome would be...
As Ning Xia sat anxiously lost in her thoughts, she saw Bo Siyan pick up a pillow from the bed and drop it in the center, creating a boundary.
His dark eyes glaring at her, he warned in a stern voice, "Don't cross the line."
"..."
What the hell did he take her for? A bully who forced herself on decent men? Or a lecherous woman insisting on having her way?
"I..."
